Tobacco Road’s Ode to the ‘70s
I was born in a trunk. Mama died and my daddy got drunk. Left me here to die alone In the middle of Tobacco Road.
Anyway, I’m sure you remember that little ditty now, but what’s that got to do with the story you say? Well it’s a lot like the vast piles of metric bikes that were used and abused back in the ‘70s and left to die alone on some tobacco road of their own. But not this...